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Divine Worship and Tease
I want you on your knees and worshipping me. You know your place, a lowly servant put on this earth to worship my divine body. You’ll happily surrender yourself to my perfect ass, smelling my divine scent right from my crack. Lusting after my long toned legs in pantyhose, growing harder seeing the tight nylons hugging all my lovely curves. Begging to sniff my pretty feet as I dangle my high heels in front of your face. You’d love nothing more than to worship my feet, stroking yourself while make you lick my heels clean. You can beg all you want, but what I want from you is to “worship and obey.” You will repeat this mantra until it is permanently written into your DNA, a loyal slave that naturally desires to worship his Goddess. Only then will I allow you to serve as my Foot Bitch. Breathing the arousing smell of my sweaty pantyhose feet, dreaming that I’ll rub them on your lonely cock. Nothing would feel better than a footjob from my soft nylon feet.
Chastity Struggles
So you’ve been complaining about your poor little clitty being locked in chastity. All you can do is whine about how long you’ve been trapped in this uncomfortable situation. It’s only been a few months with many, many more to go. You’ve bitched about it so many times that you’ve even forgotten how long it’s been since I locked up your sad excuse of a cock. That must mean you’re getting used to your new life as a sexless sissy whore. Real men can remember how long it’s been since the last time their cock had an orgasm, let alone got hard. It seems like you’ve embraced the fact that you only have a stubby little clitty between your legs now. Your commitment to your chastity treatment shows how devoted you are to living your new life as my loyal slave. Graciously willing to give up sex forever in order to worship my pussy, which you will never get to fuck!
True Pussy Worship
Do you know how a REAL man worships pussy? It’s very different from how a Beta Boy like you would do it. Men should please my pussy, worshipping it so that I may achieve sexual pleasure. You have to demonstrate your ability to work your tongue around my clit, to make it swell, dripping and wet. That’s how you know you’re a real man, how skillfully they lick and work their way to all the secret folds of a girl’s pussy. He can make us moan, quiver, and eventually juicily squirt our precious nectar. Alpha’s are exceptional pussy worshippers because they understand what women want. You… will never be able to learn to worship pussy like an Alpha. It’s hopeless training you, which is why it is better just to deny you of our pussy. You aren’t deserving to do the job yourself, so I will make you pay so another experienced man can do it for you. Since you can’t make a woman cum on your own, your only use is finding us worthy pussy licking Alpha men.
Survival of The Fittest
There are 2 types of people in this world: Those who devour, and those who are devoured. Your purpose in life is to satiate my existence, to be fed upon, taken full advantage of like a powerless slave. Weak men are helpless prey that willingly sacrifice their existence to feed my Domme appetite. The only meaning for your existence is to be consumed for my betterment, making me stronger with your devotion. Your heart clenches at the fear of being completely submissive to me, willingly sacrificing to me whatever I demand. You may desperately try to resist, but at the end of the day you crave everything I do. There’s no escape from my control. Once you’ve committed, you will be eternally bound to worship me forever. Your survival is dependent on how strong your devotion is because your love for me is the only thing that keeps you alive.
Seduced Into Slavery
You were instantly intrigued when you found out I was Dommenant. I mean you’ve always been interested in me for my looks, but once you began asking about me and digging a little deeper, you found beyond more than just my looks. Unfortunately for you, I see you just for what you are… another slave. The moment you saw me as Domme outlet for your sub desires, is when I decided you are no longer a man, but more like a toy or my pet. I love the idea of seeing you on your knees like a fucking dawg, slobbering for a kiss or just to hump my leg. It’s too bad you’ve chosen to be my slave instead of my man. I’m really good at pleasing the men I want to fuck. Instead, I’ll just use you for all sorts of task and chores from being my boot worshipping foot stool, to serving as my ash tray, or even being whored out to my REAL MEN.
Double Power Hour - Serve Your Goddess
The brainwash was a success and I've been happily pampering myself living a lavish lifestyle with the rewards of my accomplishments. A slave’s place is to serve. That’s why you’ve committed so much time and energy to me. Spent thousands upon thousands of dollars on my desires. Funding my passion for the finer things- traveling the world, experiencing the finest dining, tons of shopping, and fucking exotic men from every country I visit. This is a life you’ve chosen for yourself, to be my sissy bitch that lives a life vicariously through me. I mean you have absolutely no interest in sex, not with that soft clitty. This is why you wanted to be locked in chastity because you know you don’t deserve to cum, let alone fuck. Your only job is go to work and pay me. Since you don’t know how to live your life or spend your money, I’ll do everything for you.
Ruined Your Ideal State
I must say I’m very proud of myself. The greatest measure of my success is how many lives I ruin. Men are so weak and desperate to submit, that it becomes too easy to unravel the fragile thread of their lives. Their marriage becomes divorce, their powerful jobs lead to unemployment, all because you are helpless to your obsession. I’m a drug you can’t quit. Everything about me provides you with euphoric pleasure. You’ve grown accustomed to stroking to my thousands of clips as you wrap your face in my worn pantyhose. Once you’ve become so intimate with me, it becomes impossible to break free from my clutches. Even if you tried, you’d d1e from your soul being crippled from the loss of cutting me out of your life. But that will never happen, my power over you is too strong. The burning desire to cum for me, to shut out the rest of the world and devote your life to me will be the curse of your dreams. You will remain forever tethered to me, bound by my pantyhose, worshipping for the rest of your days.
The Sacrafice
The New Year is all about making sacrifices. Many try and fail every year on their resolutions, unable to resist their addictions. When you are obsessed with worshipping your Goddess, it is almost impossible to break the habit to spend all your money jerking for me. This year, you want to wean yourself from being so helplessly devoted to your perversions. Now it’s time for you to make a choice… You can remain true to your diet of denying your orgasms or you can succumb to my sexy teasing in my tight latex dress, and jerkoff like all the other pathetic and mindless stroking junkies. The catch is you have to lock yourself in chastity after you cum and mail me the keys to your cage. That’s right, if you can’t make the sacrifice and resist the temptation to cum, then you will make the ultimate sacrifice and give me full control over your cock for the rest of the year.
The 5 Stages of Ceara - Relapse
The Final Stage And here you are again. I told you that it is impossible to escape me. No one can save you from your true self. I control you because you want to be owned by me. At last you’ve realized the endgame of your journey through these 5 stages, THERE IS NO WAY OUT! Your soul is immortally bound to the Cult of Lynch. The only place you truly belong is in a constant state of servitude. Your whole life has been nothing but an endless cycle of passing through all these stages over and over again. Addiction always get’s the better of people, especially a weak man like you. There’s only one cure for breaking this agonizing loop, by finally accepting what you really are… A SLAVE!
The 5 Stages of Ceara - Escape
Stage 4
You have seen the light! Finally escaping from the darkness of your hopeless addiction to me. A couple of days have passed since you last thought about me, but I’ve always been there lurking still in the shadows of your memory. You think you’re stronger now, able to endure the temptation to return to servitude, you’ve even gone so far and deleted all my clips from your hard drive. Just as soon as you think you’ve beaten me, I begin creeping back into your mind. That victorious feeling of being free of my clutches soon tightens around your cock once more. At first you struggle to forget my existence, but the more you fight seems to make you even more obsessed with your desire to worship me. You’re so close, but will you ever be able to truly get rid of me…













